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“Because if he’s a good guy and I’m sure he is — he’d have to turn you down. You aren’t legal, sweetheart. And if he’s not a good guy and accepted, then your dad would feel obligated to hurt him before he could hurt you.”
“Well, who made those stupid laws in the first place?” she’s pouting now, which is actually a good sign.
“Cass, go study. And you three,” Dom jerks his gaze to our offspring on the landing. “In bed. Now!” Their eyes widen and there’s a sudden scurry of small feet with Nicky wailing because he can’t move as fast.
Cass rolls her eyes and heads to her room at the back of the ground floor with dragging feet. She’s on the cusp of adulthood and mature for her age, but the little girl I first met in the lunchroom still makes an appearance every now and then.
Dom sighs when she’s gone and swipes a hand over his face. “Baby? Tell me I’m going to survive this.”
I tug him over to the couch and sit on his lap. “You have no choice. Ivy is already making eyes at the boys in preschool. She’s going to be ten times worse than Cassidy and I refuse to face that on my own.”
“Aren’t there still convents? We could ship both of them off until they’re thirty.”
I roll my eyes much like Cass. “Then who would make the little kids pancakes on Sunday morning so that we can have an hour to ourselves? Besides, you know Cass is an excellent judge of character.” I pat my hair in self-congratulation, making Dom’s eyes twinkle. He sighs. “You’re right. But I don’t have to like it.”
He pulls me tight against his chest, nuzzling my neck. “Will you talk to her? Make sure she’s not planning on sneaking out to this party?”
“Are you going to admit you over-reacted?” I ask cheerfully.
“Only because I didn’t know she was planning to make the first move. Which I should have done,” he finally admits, indicating his panic attack is receding.
“She’s just like you, you know.” I kiss the corner of his mouth and slide off his lap. “Which is why I will talk to her so we can all get back to normal without world war three.”
His hand lingers on the curve of my ass, then he taps it. “Good. I’ll reward you when you’re done.”
He talks a big game, but he’s going to miss his oldest daughter so much when she goes off to college next fall. He’s also likely to demand a word by word debrief before he can switch his brain off tonight. I head into the kitchen to make hot chocolate. I need the comfort of sugar, even if nobody else does.
When I take some in to Cass, she’s lying on her bed staring at the ceiling. “You okay, Cass?”
She sits up with a grimace. “I guess. Why does he have to be so inflexible?”
“Because he loves you and he’s scared to death that he can’t always be there to protect you.”
“He can’t.”
“I know.” We share a grin and an eye roll.
“Look at it this way, Cass. I was only five years older than you are now when you offered me up as your stepmother. You don’t know what these next few years may hold for you.”
She ponders that, blinks, and then a crafty expression comes over her face. “So what you’re saying is, if I followed the example set by my perfect mom, the man I eventually marry might well be… about thirty-one right now?”
“Could you maybe not mention that to your dad until the weekend? We could all use a good night’s sleep.” I pat her lower leg while we quietly sip the hot chocolate.
Cass will save that little tidbit for when she really needs it, but I can see the wheels turning in her head. I’m guessing the party she’s missing at the nearby college isn’t quite as enticing as it was two hours ago. She hands me her empty mug and I head back to the kitchen.
Dom is busy locking up and double-checking the alarm. I sneak up behind him and wrap my arm around his waist. “She’s fine.”
“I heard,” he answers dryly, and I wince. “You’re going to have to take my mind off the image of my daughter dating someone older than my wife.”
“Sorry. I’ll walk with you through the forest of your distress,” I croon in French.
Dom purses his lips slightly. “Keep going, baby.”
He steers me towards our bedroom while I ramble nonsense at him. By the time he’s stripped me naked, his cock is dripping precum and hard enough to pound nails. I sigh with happiness as I sink down on him, taking all of his cock in one single smooth slide. “You’re a good dad, Dom. Turn off the worry and fuck me properly.” I say that part in English and after a brief glare, he does just as I instructed.
But not before he growls softly in my ear, “Tomorrow, I think we need to have a little chat in my favorite supply closet, wouldn’t you agree?” Then he rolls me under him and proceeds to fuck every thought from my head except for the last lingering one that is seriously wondering what he’s planning to do to me tomorrow?
